I'm gobsmacked. One question and I've got the job.
“Uniform?” I finally say. I'm dreading having a uniform, but it will save me from having to buy new clothes.
“Yes, it's just black trousers, black shirt, and a tie with a red waistcoat. All bar staff wear the same. Don't worry, you don't need to be naked.” He grins, clearly enjoying my discomfort and somehow that makes me relax.
“Okay then, let's do this.”
I follow him to the back. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief that I'll have an income. One problem solved, only a thousand more to go.
CHAPTER 2 - DIMA
Drip,drip,drip.
Red. Red is my favorite color, especially when it is bleeding out of someone begging for their life. As I stand here, looking at this pathetic piece of shit, crying for his life like a pussy, I feel a surge of adrenaline, and a surge of power. Both of which make my dick hard and desperate to give someone a good pounding.
“Dima, please…please don't do this.I’m sorry. I was desperate. I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't. Don't kill me…please, I’m begging you,” he says sniffling with snot dripping down his mouth, mixing with the blood from his broken nose and cut cheek. Nate was one of my guards who worked at our strip club, Desire. Been with me and my brother for years, and also worked occasionally as a bodyguard for us when we attended any business out of town. Color me surprised that the fucker has not only been stealing from my girls at the club but has also been distributing our drugs on the side, thinking we wouldn't notice. Luckily one of our dancers ratted him out after she'd seen him threatening one of the newbies. He may have been desperate, but we pay our guys well and he should have come to us if he was having problems. Trust and loyalty are the codes my brother and I live by. We breathe it. Fuck. It’s the only emotion that we do feel, besides anger.
And I'm fucking furious.
But it's rare I get to partake in these interrogations. It’s my brother who loves the screaming and begging. Personally, that all gives me a headache, but I enjoy the visuals, the blood, the life that fades from their eyes as they take their final breath. It’s a fucking high.
“Nate, Nate, Nate.” Taking a theatrical sigh as I walk around the chair he is tied to.I have only bashed him up a little with my trusty knuckle dusters, I don't want to take away the fun for Lev. Lev is my best friend as well as my baby brother and the most important person in my life; the only one I trust. He also deals with the more “physical” side of our work, let's just say the crazy fucker likes to make others cry and bleed.
“I think we are past that; do you think any apology is getting you out of this? You knew the consequences when you decided it was ok to betray and steal from us, shit, you've even witnessed it when it happened to others we brought into this very room. Don't think you’re any different.”
He whimpers and cries as I grow impatient. I want to get to the club tonight. It's rare that I go to Starlight, but I need to relax without the stripper bitches at Desire trying to rub their pussies off on the boss. It's comical that these whores think I would commit to one of them, me, or my brother. I might play with one or two of them, but I find myself getting bored with the same girls. I think I need to find a hot ass. It’s been a while since I've fooled around with dick and frankly, I miss it.Nate's sobs are disrupting the plans that I'm making in my head. I need to get out of here.
“Well, it's been nice knowing you, Nate.” I chuckle. “But don't worry, you'll get to say goodbye to Lev too. He'll be down soon I'm sure, to have your final chat.”
I walk out of the room smiling as Nate shakes. I can't believe we hired such a weak boy. What happened to having some fucking dignity and at least pretending to die like a man?
As I get to the top of the stairs from the basement, which we like to call our “holding pen,” I see Lev walking down the corridor towards me. We share this house. It's on the outskirts of the city with plenty of security, privacy, and the added bonus that nobody will hear the screams. We've kept it traditional with the marble floors, keeping the color scheme a simple black and white with occasional splashes of red. Like I say, it's my favorite color and fortunately Lev doesn’t give a shit about decor.
“Is he still breathing, brother?” Lev asks, raising his right brow in question. At first glance, you'd think we were twins. We are close in age, two years apart, with me at twenty-nine and Lev having just turned twenty-seven. We’re both built, courtesy of Dad’s genetics, but I’m taller than him by a couple of inches. I have brown eyes and Lev has piercing green eyes. Not sure where he got those in the family tree, but they make him more sinister, especially with his narrow eye shape and constant pissed-off expression. I've often wondered how he gets laid so often considering he always looks like he is a second away from killing you.
“You know me better than that brother. I played a little but left you to have the rest of the fun. I've left him in the pen waiting for you. Make sure you clean up properly this time; get Jules to help. I'm off to the club and don't want to be called back for clean-up, understand?” I set a glare at him. Lev gets carried away and normally I have to help him out, but tonight is my night off. I need to get laid and I need a drink.
“Fuck you very much, D. Have fun.” He gives me the middle finger as he walks towards the door that leads down to the basement. As I turn to walk away, I hear the distant sound of a drill followed by a scream that sends the best tingles down my spine. Now that Lev is occupied, it’s time for big brother to have his own fun.
I head back to my room for the quickest shower in history, before dressing in my black Armani pants, black high-shine shoes, and my plain black Hugo Boss shirt. I leave the first three buttons undone, just to give a peek at the ink on my chest. Normally sends the boys and girls crazy. I style my black hair back, trim up my short beard and head out of the door. I want a few drinks tonight, so I use our driver and take my guard, Simon, with me.
After getting into my car, my driver takes us to the club. Simon remains seated up front with the driver, and we stay silent whilst passing through the streets around us. It's not far away and it should be quite busy now as it's just past eight o’clock. The shows normally start at 7:30 pm so I know all the tables will be full.
We arrive at Starlight and I enter the front of the building, passing security who greet me with a nod. Cherry is performing tonight, a sultry burlesque show. She's very popular and as predicted, the joint is packed.
I walk up to the bar, intent on a bourbon. Jess smiles as I approach, with shocked brows arching. I don't normally visit. She is a cute little firecracker with her siren red hair and pale skin. She is quite attractive but is off limits. Jess is great at running this place and I don’t want to ruin that, so I’m keeping my dick away.
“Hey, Mr. K, this is a pleasant surprise. Now if I can only remember your usual … neat bourbon, right?
“Thanks, Jess. Bring it over to my table.”
“You got it.”
I walk over to the booth in the back far corner, always reserved for me and Lev. I observe the room. We have quite the collection of people here tonight.Small groups of friends, couples, gentlemen on business meetings … if that's what they want to call it. I quite like it here. There is a peace and anonymity that makes me wonder why I don't come here more often. It's also the perfect front to what we do. The local cops like to frequent our clubs as much as the next guy. Obviously, we wouldn't be able to do what we do if some of the dirty boys in blue didn't get a cut of profits to keep their mouths shut. But I won't complain. We aren't the mob or a huge gang, but we have done well off this town and I like it. We don't go onto other patches and they don't come into ours. We have relative harmony, whatever that is when you're basically running a drug cartel.
My eyes move across the crowd, but my peripheral vision detects someone approaching my table and I stifle a growl. All my senses are on high alert. Who the fuck is this guy and what do I need to do to fuck him? Shit, it’s a server who is beyond hot, approaching me with my drink. I take him in, slowly checking him out head to toe. He has thick black hair that's long on top, a gorgeous long lean and muscular body which the uniform enhances to almost indecent levels. I swear if I looked closer I could see the outline of his cock. He has a swagger to him and an intense gaze. Those piercing blue eyes, they remind me of the blue eyes huskies have, almost glacial. My gut swoops and my cock thickens. I’m an animal and I’ve scented my mate. If I had a tail, it would be wagging with my ears perking up and I’d be sniffing his ass.
“Good evening, Mr. Kozlov. Here is your drink, sir. Can I get you anything else?”
